WPC: Dreamy

Dream? Or

NIGHTMARE?

meeting this challenge could well be the latter (ASIDE: did you hear about the farmer who took a bale of hay to bed?)*  but we’ll give it the good ol’ college try.

This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream: —
There spread a cloud of dust along the path …

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—and an absolute vision in red-and-resolution hurried into and out of my field of view. I just had time to shift target left from my mushroom and snap one quick shot and then she was gone. ‘Twas ever thus …

So whilst on the subject of reddened damsels in a hurry, this I caught (you’ve seen it before) whilst trying for a night time shot recently(ish)—

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—and it illustrates that old ‘ships that pass in the night‘ quality of human dreams. (Hell, of relationships too when you think back …)

NEAR WHERE I LIVE

(ok, near-ish) is a wee town with a hundred-years-plus water tower. All well and good, but said tower has developed a lean …

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—which could well shift it from dream to nightmare at some time in the future. There’s a gillion gurgling gallons balanced atop that wee pole …

THIS AFTERNOON

in search of my dream shot I strolled by and into the graveyard. (I like dead people, they are excellent company and possibly the best neighbours you could ever hope for—no squabbling kids, no howling/barking/yapping dogs, no smelly hangis, no mega-box music systems (music? Oh well …), no would-be mechanics testing their expertise in damsel-bait machines (oops, digression) … I went in in search of the ultimate dreamy snap.

Didn’t get the snap but I made friends with a stray tabby; one out of two ain’t bad—

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—so if you like my very favourite gravestone angel—aptly named by my sister (to whom I’d sent an earlier snap) as ‘The Wounded Angel‘ (poor thing’s had a rough life, now down to just one arm and half a wing each port and starboard) I’ll give you a more dreamier angel angle, herewith below—

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Which leads us back to the park again ‘cos I forgot to include this one—

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—it was dreamy autumn colours (hence the sepia, go figure) but I tracked the Daddy and his kid as they pedalled by which explains the fuzzy focus and gives the shot its dreamy quality. I hope …

AND FOR YEARS

I had a dream, of returning to the World’s Fair site of 1964. At the turn of the millennium I succeeded, and yesterday’s memories blended with today’s site—

Screen Shot 2014-10-11 at 19.45.56—alone at dusk, I tried to stand where I remembered snapping it in ’64. For some reason I couldn’t get close enough so shot it anyway, and here you are looking at a fulfilled dream.

Very peaceful it was without all the crowds, the popcorn, the vibrance, the little robot advertising (I think) Seiko watches(?), the ebb and flow, the optimism.

May you find and catch your own dreams too — good luck.
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KISMET

He wanted to feed his night-mares …

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2 thoughts on “WPC: Dreamy

    1. Thanks, Jo. I’m a bit mix ‘n’ match with my posts though—Forestall is for the mostly serious-type stuffs, the others are for light hearted. (Keep an eye out for The Sage, too, he sometimes makes an appearance … trouble is I keep forgetting what goes where, with me it’s more pot luck. I hope you enjoy~!) 🙂

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